The Mant

The Mant



paste! i stole a BBQ rib from the elephant who couldn't testify because the judge was making him feel nervous. the court was packed with fascists. in the corner i stood in the trashcan, taking notes and breathing fog into the telescope that stood directly in the middle of the courtroom so that the jurors could step up and see the satellites and nebula as they were making a decision on whether or not to convict the wheat bread on whole grain conspiracy or to allow it to roam free in the castle that hung suspended over the lagoon of phantasmagorical effervescence. 020818
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